letra de chopper - lil dude
[intro]
two new sticks, uh, what
two new stick
two new
man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we’ve got here at foster’s
two new sticks, can’t
two new
hurt, what it do?
what?
[chorus]
two new sticks, can’t wait to use ’em
gon’ spin through your block, just me and my shooters
clip hold thirty-five, he thought it was a ruler, uh, uh
bad b-tch, cougar, uh
shooters not gon’ say nothin’ to you
b-tch -ss nigga, you know you a loser
my brodie in traffic, we ridin’, we cruisin’
big chopstick, now these niggas, they movin’
fifty shot pop, now the feds, they clueless
ski mask waitin’, they gon’ shoot it and boot it
heard he had dog but a nigga ain’t shoot it
i don’t f-ck with pigs, nigga, i don’t eat pork
2016, man, i had that torch
shoot up the block, nigga, ready for war
pour up the wock’ all in a quart
[verse]
they lookin’ for plugs, nigga, i’m the source
go meet the plug on a motherf-ckin’ horse
i want a hellcat, i want a porsche
they playin’ with the p’s, we take ’em with force
extortin’ these niggas, these niggas, they dorks
that nigga he dead, stick his -ss with a fork
cap funny -ss, right there nigga be lyin’
if i get involved then niggas be dyin’
if i don’t hit licks than mama be cryin’
they put me in it, your brother be dyin’ (trapnanana)
oh, you want smoke? then your cousin, we find him
nine times out of ten, nigga, we slidin’ him
nigga got robbed, did all that grindin’
niggas ain’t squad, these niggas be lyin’
lame -ss nigga wearin’ fake designer
i’m in the jungle with apes and lions
catch me an opp, i’ma take my time
fire his -ss up, make him eat the nine
your beef ain’t dyin’ until i’m dyin’
these young niggas with me, they ready to ride
on god, nigga
[chorus]
two new sticks, can’t wait to use ’em
gon’ spin through your block, just me and my shooters
clip hold thirty-five, he thought it was a ruler, uh, uh
bad b-tch, cougar, uh
shooters not gon’ say nothin’ to you
b-tch -ss nigga, you know you a loser
my brodie in traffic, we ridin’, we cruisin’
big chopstick, now these niggas, they movin’
fifty shot pop, now the feds, they clueless
ski mask waitin’, they gon’ shoot it and boot it
heard he had dog but a nigga ain’t shoot it
i don’t f-ck with pigs, nigga, i don’t eat pork
2016, man, i had that torch
shoot up the block, nigga, ready for war
pour up the wock’ all in a quart
[outro]
wakiki
trapnania
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